- [+] Captain Kursha Vidari
The spark of laughter soured in his mouth, crushed by a tidal wave of shame. Kursha averted his gaze as Elidae railed against him, all the while bristling with indignation and embarrassment. His face grew hot, while his thoughts turned cloudy. His pumpbiscuit raced painfully in his chest. At last he restored eye contact witih Elidae, expression sharp.
“I'm a jerk because I have to be,” he snapped, rising with her. “You think anyone higher up in the ranks is gonna let a bunch of stupid mistakes slide? Of course not. Or how about those daywalkers? Yeah, I'm sure they'll be real understanding, as they're picking out bits of your thinkpan from between their teeth. I was doing him and everyone else a favour.”
As quickly as Kursha's rage had come, it went again. He visibly relaxed, and his face smoothed over with bland indifference. “But hey, if that's how you really feel, then maybe you aren't cut out to be in the military after all.” He eyed the yellowblood with intensity, a smirk hiding under his features.
